John Paul
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Category:
G through L › Hollyoaks
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,211
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hollyoaks, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
John Paul
The first time it happened he wasn't even conscious, so that didn't count, rolled over and woke up one Saturday morning with a hangover and his sheets sticking to his thighs. He drank some water, wiped himself off sleepily on the covers, hoped as usual that he hadn't made too much noise, and it was only after he'd balled up the sheet and sneaked it down to the washer and was stood in the bathroom reaching for the toothpaste that he remembered. He froze, but just for a second. So what? Some lad he'd known told him he'd dreamed about shagging his own sister once. John Paul shut the bathroom cupboard door firmly and faced himself in the mirror, blushing just a bit. He was a rational person. Dreams meant fuck all.
John Paul sat next to Craig in every class but one, and was starting to wish it was the other way round. Craig, when he got stuck on a question, which was quite often considering he'd apparently done all this last year, would lean forward on both elbows, chew his pencil like a gangster toothpick and jiggle his right leg around.
John Paul tried to concentrate.
The noise of the change jingling in Craig's pocket was distracting him.
And the leg rubbing up against his.
John Paul swallowed. There was ten minutes of the lesson left and when the bell rang he was going to be in big trouble. He'd never been so hard in his life, which was ridiculous because this was Craig and it was maths, and it was boring, and, think about maths...he closed his eyes and thought about maths.
The leg kept rubbing, gentle and insistent, up against his thigh, and then Craig sighed in frustration around his pencil. John Paul clenched up and thought of quadratic equations and vectors and...
When he got home he went straight to the only room in the house with a lock, sat on the edge of the bath, quickly unzipped his school trousers and barely needed to touch himself through his pants before he came hard and as quiet as he could, gripping the cold enamel with his other hand.
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"If I don't go blind first" Craig was grinning, more like a grimace actually, watching Sarah as she went through the door after Hannah. Watching her arse.
"If I don't get it soon, y'know?" Craig slouched back on the bed now, looked at John Paul, then past him, up at the ceiling. John Paul saw his face was flushed. Well he'd been kissing Sarah for about an hour, genius, what did you expect? "Women!" said Craig theatrically, and lay back, shutting his eyes, arms up behind his head. John Paul propped himself up on his elbow, listened to the noise of the party below, felt safe enough to let himself look Craig up and down, look at the hard-on he'd known Craig would have, leaned in and watched as Craig shifted on the bed, his legs opening slightly as John Paul gently pressed his palm down on it and rubbed him slightly through his jeans. The bed creaked, Craig made a noise in his throat and John Paul lifted his hand away, guilty.
"No"
without opening his eyes, Craig fumbled for his hand and dragged it back up his leg, up his thigh, pressed it firmly to himself, breathing quicker as John Paul fumbled the zip down and slipped a shaking hand into the slit in his boxers and rubbed...
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That image was too much and John Paul came, biting down on his lip hard. Every night he started off with good intentions, but veered off into 'John Paul gives Craig head in the locker room', or 'touching each other under the desk in English whilst they're reading around the class' or 'Craig slamming him up against the wall in the toilets and shoving his tongue into his mouth' until eventually he can't even remember what he used to think about when he jerked off. Before he fell for his best mate.
He had said the words so often in his head that they sounded almost normal now. But the odd time he tried saying them out loud to himself, quietly, just to test, they sounded wrong and heavy. He'd been off guard once and blurted it to Craig, but they were drunk, and Craig said "Love ya too mate" and hugged him with the backslapping that signalled to everyone else in the bar how normal they were. Two mates. Best mates. Nothing more.
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John Paul sat next to Craig in every class but one, and was starting to wish it was the other way round. Craig, when he got stuck on a question, which was quite often considering he'd apparently done all this last year, would lean forward on both elbows, chew his pencil like a gangster toothpick and jiggle his right leg around.
John Paul tried to concentrate.
The noise of the change jingling in Craig's pocket was distracting him.
And the leg rubbing up against his.
John Paul swallowed. There was ten minutes of the lesson left and when the bell rang he was going to be in big trouble. He'd never been so hard in his life, which was ridiculous because this was Craig and it was maths, and it was boring, and, think about maths...he closed his eyes and thought about maths.
The leg kept rubbing, gentle and insistent, up against his thigh, and then Craig sighed in frustration around his pencil. John Paul clenched up and thought of quadratic equations and vectors and...
When he got home he went straight to the only room in the house with a lock, sat on the edge of the bath, quickly unzipped his school trousers and barely needed to touch himself through his pants before he came hard and as quiet as he could, gripping the cold enamel with his other hand.
**********************************************************************
"If I don't go blind first" Craig was grinning, more like a grimace actually, watching Sarah as she went through the door after Hannah. Watching her arse.
"If I don't get it soon, y'know?" Craig slouched back on the bed now, looked at John Paul, then past him, up at the ceiling. John Paul saw his face was flushed. Well he'd been kissing Sarah for about an hour, genius, what did you expect? "Women!" said Craig theatrically, and lay back, shutting his eyes, arms up behind his head. John Paul propped himself up on his elbow, listened to the noise of the party below, felt safe enough to let himself look Craig up and down, look at the hard-on he'd known Craig would have, leaned in and watched as Craig shifted on the bed, his legs opening slightly as John Paul gently pressed his palm down on it and rubbed him slightly through his jeans. The bed creaked, Craig made a noise in his throat and John Paul lifted his hand away, guilty.
"No"
without opening his eyes, Craig fumbled for his hand and dragged it back up his leg, up his thigh, pressed it firmly to himself, breathing quicker as John Paul fumbled the zip down and slipped a shaking hand into the slit in his boxers and rubbed...
**********************************************************************
That image was too much and John Paul came, biting down on his lip hard. Every night he started off with good intentions, but veered off into 'John Paul gives Craig head in the locker room', or 'touching each other under the desk in English whilst they're reading around the class' or 'Craig slamming him up against the wall in the toilets and shoving his tongue into his mouth' until eventually he can't even remember what he used to think about when he jerked off. Before he fell for his best mate.
He had said the words so often in his head that they sounded almost normal now. But the odd time he tried saying them out loud to himself, quietly, just to test, they sounded wrong and heavy. He'd been off guard once and blurted it to Craig, but they were drunk, and Craig said "Love ya too mate" and hugged him with the backslapping that signalled to everyone else in the bar how normal they were. Two mates. Best mates. Nothing more.
End